At the Shrine
By Poetry Issue 119
I knelt naked in the grotto west of the meditation pool—
the closest in years I’d gotten to belief. Around her feet:
cockle shells, one gold earring, a crochet-covered rock,
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the closest in years I’d gotten to belief. Around her feet:
cockle shells, one gold earring, a crochet-covered rock,
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